that darn city done filled pa's chest with cold and smoke. me and billy been a-grievin' powerful bad. i done figured it's pretty best if we go back with the kin folk. not tonight! it's christmas eve. can't you spend the night with us? - oh, that's a wonderful idea! it's right kind of you, but we done got our sleep trailer. it's best if we go down the road a piece. you'd make us awfully happy if you'd share this night with us. sure, and it'd give the boys a chance to talk. come on. billy joe can sleep with timmy, and we'd make up a nice bed for you. now it's folks like you that one just proud to to be a-livin'. we'll stay! good! go on, i want you to taste my fruit cake. billy joe, maybe santa claus can visit you and me together. shucks, there's nothing i just done want. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ oh! ouch! dog gone it. got all kinked up. come on, timmy. i need to stretch a leg or two. - bye mom. bye dad. bye son. - be careful, dear. ok, mom. timmy and lassie done give my boy a lift. how's the fruit cake? and you better say it's good, too. mmm.